“If you’re sure…” Phoenix could hardly imagine what ‘normal’ meant when he’d apparently lost several years of his life. What if he didn’t like what passed for normal? What if he snapped out of it and wished he could go back to the way things were before? Frowning, he took a look around the apartment; he’d never dreamed of having a particularly large home, but he had to admit that this place was a little small, and while it certainly wasn’t stationed in the worst part of town, it wasn’t exactly in the best part, either. He supposed it was cozy, though, and at least bigger than his dorm room.

His gaze traveled over Larry and Miles and he was once again struck by how much the latter had aged. Larry had, too, to some extent, but the laugh lines under his eyes were nothing compared to the crow’s feet and dark circles under Edgeworth’s.

“How long has it been?” he wondered aloud.